old enough

i am nearly old enough

to forget having been fathered

continuity in that cadence

where i go

you will have labored before

repetition of the cadence

what i may see

your eyes have already created

perfect chiseled cadence

i am nearly young enough

to remember having been young;

i remember & no longer am

i must ever look ahead

& you are there

rich robed in regal velvet

austere holder of mysteries fled

i will not fear the past

knowing years i did not live

were lived live still;

we shall cadence in different tonalities yet

to the world, our melodies mingle immortal

for my father

1 AUG 1971